“Cumorah Dusk,” New Era, Aug. 1989, 21
Cumorah Dusk
A fourth September slips summer
green into horizons of this
gentle-water land. Only leaves
rinsed to afterglow
stir at Joseph’s homespun passing.
Night memories seal with fire-pure
light the pending task, like high
sun on his upturned gaze during a
first planting.
Autumn wind shimmers
up through the trees, remembering
those who come in the west’s
blue hush. His hands know a
quiet of touched stone; he knows
where to kneel, then wait.
Photography by Eric Swenson